Pet Stories
When one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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The coolest dog ever
We have a Jack Russell called Toby. He is without a shadow of a doubt, the coolest dog ever! Everyone who meets him agrees, and he's even converted a couple of friends who previously had phobias of dogs.
He's a bit of a beast, as I said he's a Jack Russell but we think his mummy might have played the field somewhat as he seems to have the same size and shape of a coffee table.
he's a chunker.
His hobbies include killing bonios (as we all know, this culinary delicacy is alive when given to him and has to be thrown around the house and rolled on in an energetic manner until its satisfactorily dead).
He also likes to roll around on the bed, especially when it's covered in the clean, neatly folded washing. This has resulted in a sheepish looking (pardon the pun) dog coming downstairs with a bra or pair of pants caught round his neck.
He eats most things, favourites include carrots, bits of fluff and dead things. His pet hate however is honey. If you dare to give him a bit of toast with honey on it, he spits it back out on your feet, sucks his cheeks in and marches off (well it's more of a waddle really) in disgust.
He's very much a people person and is never happier than when he's managed to crawl into someones room and into bed with them. I agree with the post about being fisted by a dogs claw. It's a most rude awakening.
however, his party trick though involves BBQs. He just KNOWS when we're going to have one and will wait all day until we've cooked all the yummy food and are sitting down at the patio furniture to eat and...he takes a crap on the lawn. EVERY sodding time we go to eat he does this. One special occasion when my sister and I were both at home (this rarely happens as she works abroad and I'm at uni) he managed to have a slash, a crap and then vomit. All in the same meal.
Mind you, I can't wait to see him when I next go home!
( , Sat 9 Jun 2007, 16:21, Reply)
We have a Jack Russell called Toby. He is without a shadow of a doubt, the coolest dog ever! Everyone who meets him agrees, and he's even converted a couple of friends who previously had phobias of dogs.
He's a bit of a beast, as I said he's a Jack Russell but we think his mummy might have played the field somewhat as he seems to have the same size and shape of a coffee table.
he's a chunker.
His hobbies include killing bonios (as we all know, this culinary delicacy is alive when given to him and has to be thrown around the house and rolled on in an energetic manner until its satisfactorily dead).
He also likes to roll around on the bed, especially when it's covered in the clean, neatly folded washing. This has resulted in a sheepish looking (pardon the pun) dog coming downstairs with a bra or pair of pants caught round his neck.
He eats most things, favourites include carrots, bits of fluff and dead things. His pet hate however is honey. If you dare to give him a bit of toast with honey on it, he spits it back out on your feet, sucks his cheeks in and marches off (well it's more of a waddle really) in disgust.
He's very much a people person and is never happier than when he's managed to crawl into someones room and into bed with them. I agree with the post about being fisted by a dogs claw. It's a most rude awakening.
however, his party trick though involves BBQs. He just KNOWS when we're going to have one and will wait all day until we've cooked all the yummy food and are sitting down at the patio furniture to eat and...he takes a crap on the lawn. EVERY sodding time we go to eat he does this. One special occasion when my sister and I were both at home (this rarely happens as she works abroad and I'm at uni) he managed to have a slash, a crap and then vomit. All in the same meal.
Mind you, I can't wait to see him when I next go home!
( , Sat 9 Jun 2007, 16:21, Reply)
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